"No one can do that," Henry Roberts
said; "it was a sin."

"Now, look here--" Dr. King began.

"It was a sin to try to move by foolish
arts the will of God."

Philippa turned to the young man,
standing quivering beside her. "You
see?" she said.

"No! No, I don't see--or if I do,
never mind."

Just for a moment her face cleared.
(Yes, truly, he was not thinking of her
soul now!) But the gleam faded. "Oh,
father, I am a great sinner," she
whispered.

"No, you're not!" William King said.

"Yes, my Philippa, you are," Henry
Roberts agreed, solemnly.

The lover made a despairing gesture:
"Doctor King! tell her 'no!' 'no!'"